Now back inside her room, Alycia Reese sits on the cold floor, her back leaning against the drawer next to her bed. With her mother's words being repeatedly played in her ears, she is struggling to get herself out of her tormenting yet maze-like thoughts.
Slowly folding her legs, Alycia puts her arms on her knees and leans forward to place her chin on top of it. She looks so pale as if life itself had left her body.
Her mother's reaction... she had expected it. However, it does not make it any easier for her. After such a messy argument, how is she supposed to move forward?
She feels lost but also hurt and guilty at the same time. She feels sorry towards her mother who only wants to protect her. However, she also can't help but question why her mother must be this adamant.
